The violins sobbed,
the bellows stretched
and in the night died out
the chords of a tango.
A cop that makes a round
to keep from falling asleep,
and a dandy who is hidden
sweet talking in a hallway.

Suddenly one hears
the sounds of an orchestra:
they are having a party
the folks next door
There came back the girl
who left one day
when she didn’t have
fifteen springs yet.
Now she’s got a baby
and they baptized him.
That’s why they’re dancing,
the folks next door.

The lights are already out,
the neighborhood stretches.
The night with its sadness
took its leave.
Workers head for their yokes
like every morning,
while, talking nonsense,
a drunkard goes by.